Chapter 55: 【055】The distressed Han Qilu

During the conversation with Han Liuhai, An Chuxia knew that Han Qilu had no friends since he was a child. Because of the high status of the family, all people who want to approach him are all because of money and for profit.
When he was a child, he wanted to make friends, but the truth again and again shattered his dream of friends. Since then, he almost no longer believes in anyone, and his personality has changed. He can smile at you in the first second, and pierce your dagger fiercely in the next second.
Until after going to kindergarten, they met Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu who had no real friends because of his family status, and...Xiang Mankui. After that, he started to look like a normal person. But there is still the thought of a solitaire who doubts anyone, does not trust anyone, and hates anyone who suddenly appears next to him.
For some reason, when Han Liuhai talked about the name Xiang Mankui, his face became a little weird. But it quickly returned to normal, so she didn't think too much.
When Han Liuhai finished all this, An Chuxia suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.
Although her family is poor, she has never lacked sincere friends. Every friend is sincere. Although their family is also very poor, everyone has lived happily and happily ever since their childhood.
But what about the children of rich people? In their childhood, they would have no friends. Perhaps friends are the most ordinary things for children from their poor families, but for people like Han Qilu, they are the most extravagant things.
Because of doubting her, because of distrust, because of her childhood withdrawn, Han Qilu hated her suddenly appeared, right?
At this moment, she suddenly understood Han Qilu very well.
"Uncle Han, I think, I know what you want to express." She gave a considerate smile.
Han Liuhai comfortedly patted An Chuxia on the shoulder: "Good boy, I know you are a good boy. Sometimes, Qilu is as willful as a three-year-old kid. I hope you can understand him more at that time."
An Chuxia nodded: "I will, Uncle Han."
"Eh!" Han Liuhai waved his hand and said, "Don't call me Uncle Han, Uncle Han. The title Uncle Han seems to us too strange."
An Chuxia smiled and called his uncle.
"Okay, it's almost nine o'clock. Rest early and I'll go see your aunt." Han Liuhai exhorted and turned and walked up the stairs.
At this moment, she really envied Han Qilu. There was a father who looked serious, but loved him very much in his heart. And she...has no father since she was a child, and was treated like a wild child.
Raising her hand to caress the wetness of her eyes, she also walked up the stairs. Today's homework is not finished yet!
On the other side, Xiao Mingluo’s home doesn’t have such a harmonious picture...
"No? Are you really going to sleep in our house?" Xiao Mingluo asked, wearing a white robe, opening the door of the guest room and looking at Han Qilu who was lying on the bed with his eyes half closed.
Han Qilu sat up from the bed and then jumped under the bed: "What's the matter? You still don't want to?"
"It's not unwilling." Xiao Mingluo continued entangledly: "If your mother blames it, won't I be your scapegoat again? Take advantage of it's nine o'clock, go back!"
He walked quickly and hooked Xiao Mingluo's neck. He smiled and said, "You really want me to go back?"